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lying-in-wait for somebody s children to eat, that 

 you have no time for honest talk.&quot; 



&quot;Here s your path, Carcajou,&quot; cried Blue 

 Wolf, stopping while Wolverine jumped down. 

 &quot; I m going on to see how Black King is.&quot; 



&quot; Last night a strong wind laid many acres of 

 Birch Trees on their backs, two hours swift trot 

 from here I m going there for my dinner,&quot; de 

 clared the Moose; &quot;it will be fine feeding. It 

 is a pity you Chaps are n t vegetarians ; the Blood 

 Fever must be awful killing, killing, killing, 

 it s dreadful!&quot; he wheezed, turning to the left 

 and striding away through the forest. 



&quot; I 11 go and see Black King too,&quot; exclaimed 

 Whisky-Jack. 



&quot; I m off to the muskeg to hunt Mice,&quot; an 

 nounced Pisew ; &quot; the Famine Year brings one 

 pretty low.&quot; 



&quot;Your Father must have been born in a Famine 

 Year,&quot; suggested Jack, &quot; and you inherited the 

 depravity from him.&quot; 



Lynx snarled disagreeably, and as he slunk cat 

 like through the woods, spat in contemptuous 

 anger. &quot;Jack has gone to the King s Burrow,&quot; he 

 muttered ; &quot; I 11 have a look at The Boy s Shack. 

 I wonder where he keeps that Fish, and if he 

 leaves the door open at all. Perhaps when he 

 goes down to the river for water ah, yes, Cubs 



